"Working for…." Sally's brain was in overdrive, and she was having difficulty processing the Detective Inspector's words. "You mean, other than the Met."
Greg smiled and wondered if she realised how stupid her words sounded, but the shock on her face was genuine, and he was relieved to see it. For all her faults Sally Donovan force equivalent of Brighton rock- slice her open and the words Metropolitan Police ran right through her.
"There is a small group of people I came across some time ago, while I was making connections and infiltrating Barrymore's little private army."
"So you've been passing information on to them?"
"And doctored information on to Barrymore." He watched carefully for any signs that he'd misread her allegiances, but there was no gleam of triumph, no scheming look in her eyes as they met his.
"How can I help?"
"Well," he leaned back in his chair, relaxed for the first time since Anthea's body had been found. "First I have to let them know that you're with me in this."
"Okay," she nodded. "But while you do that is there nothing I can be doing to help?"
Greg thought for a moment.
"Actually I could use your research skills." Pausing, he added "We have a rogue informant at the Yard; I want you to find the bastard."